Thanks to all the hipsters

On Saturday I was at my fave breaky spot Bar One, when a formally good looking couple walked in. Don’t get me wrong, they both had great faces and good bodies, but they were hiding it behind their ‘hipster’ costumes. The girl in particular upset me because she should have been smokin’ hot, but instead she had acid wash mom shorts on and an over-sized cropped white sloppy t-shirt. In reality, this girl could have put us all to shame with her appearance, but instead she looked like she stepped off an 80’s drug binge.

What’s that all about? For a long time I’ve been struggling with this whole ‘hipster’ complex. I’ve never been able to wrap my head around why any woman would want to walk around looking the worst that they have ever looked. Why beautiful women would go so far to hide all of what they’ve been blessed with by wearing clothes that don’t fit and more importantly look just awful.

If you want to read the douchiest explanation of what a hipster means please go to Urban Dictionary, look up ‘hipster’ and read the most popular defintion. Pretty much if you sum it up, it reads as though all trends are set by hipsters and that their way of life is better than everyone elses:

I do want to say that I do not judge (well, maybe I judge a little) nor do I dislike hipsters (some of my friends are hipsters), I just don’t really understand the ‘cool’ factor that’s associated with it. People can wear what they want to wear, the problem I have is the ‘I’m better than you’ attitude. I’ve always had a hard time with it. Who decides what’s cool and what’s not? We’re not in elementary school anymore. However with all that being said, here are somethings I have some things to thank the ‘hipster’s’ for:

Thank you for reminding us about vintage shopping and Ray Ban’s – or at least making it a little more common

Thank you for bringing back baggy tank tops – they were getting a little too tight